Isn't she lovely? (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Whopping lie.

Grace's POV

"First lesson is through." Emma jumps around like a child getting a lollipop.

"Yes, and I survived the introduction of participants. What’s up next?“ I ask nosy of what might come next. I like to see my life changing by the minute. New home, new school, new class, new teachers…fantastic!

"Maths with Mr. Adams" Emma answers and stops jumping like a kangaroo. “I hat maths”

"Okay. Uh. I’m bat at maths – so bad!"

So we have maths now...wow my favourite subject at all. I haven’t de-emphasized. I’m honestly really bad in maths. In elementary school I’ve been pretty good, but when the thing with those letters started and I failed, totally. My favourite subject is German, which isn't really a miracle whereas I’m a German native speaker. For me it’s the easiest thing to write, read or seal in German. It’s like eating, drinking and thinking. I do it without even thinking about what to say. I don’t have to. It comes for no reason.

I hear steps, looking at the door I see Mr. Adams walking in. I guess he’s in his forties, but I'm not sure. His black hair is short and on some parts of his head you already have a good sight of his scalp. He’s small wearing a far too big light blue trouser and a old sweatshirt with some specks on. And he’s got many pimples, I mean very very many. In fact he isn't good-looking at all.

Saying just a little "Hi my name's Mr. Adams, your maths teacher" he goes to the teacher’s desk and puts his bag onto it.

"Hello, I'm Grace Baskin" I reply while he’s looking down on his bag searching for some books and stuff he needs for his lesson.

Nothing else.

It's amazing how you can dislike a person just after the first sight. Amazing!

But Harry seems to like him. During the lesson he says so much about those tasks and their solutions. I'm impressed because solving something 8² + 27-9 in less than 5 minutes is very admirable.

"Grace? Listen! I asked you about number 5. Have you already done it?“ Mr. Adams blows my cobwebs away. He lifts his arm putting out his forefinger eddying. His loudly and angry sounding voice makes me cringe. I didn’t listen to him at all and I haven't even start number 4.Like always.

"No, we haven't done this in Germany, yet. I don't catch it.“ I lie.In fact we did this topic for at least two months which doesn’t change my knowledge about this. Well, I need to call it lack of knowledge.

"If you haven’t done this in Germany yet you have to search for tuition. I don’t have the time to repeat everything again. The other students know this already. It wouldn’t be intelligent to start at the scratch just because one student doesn’t get this.”

How kind.

“Harry? What's the resolution of number 5?" He stops talking with me and turns towards Harry. Well, fuck you too Mr. Adams. Really!

"82", he says turning his head towards me. He grins but it isn’t a mischievous grin it’s a I-know-Mr.-Adams-can-be-mean grin.

Now I'm sure, Mr. Adams is down with me. Fantastic!

"That’s right. Your homework is number 6, 7 and 9“ Mr. Adams says as it rings, throwing another mischievous face in my direction. What is wrong with this teacher? Got a problem with my super-duper maths skills, freak?

At least I survived maths. I’m proud of myself.Really!

"Now we have a break for 15 minutes. You can do what you want now" Emma says with a smile and goes to a girl called, as far as I can remember, Katie.